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Why is it that no matter what you do,
No matter what you say,
it still hurts anyway?
i swear.
i don't know if he knows,
i don't know if he cares,
but that's really what makes it even more painful.
knowing what i know.
caring so much about him.
and every night i sit,
my stomach clenches in pain,
my nose tingles,
my eyes burn,
and hot tears pour down my face.
burning a path.
but he'll never know.
he'll look at me and see,
someone getting sicker and sicker by the day.
but it's not like he'll know why.
i suppose no one but me will.
but i'll push through.
maybe one day i'll be healthy again.
but not for a while.
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